Author's Note: This is Bo and Luke's life together, from the first year Bo was with them, until when Luke leaves for the Marines, and one year after he gets back. It is all different events, but they all begin with more or less the same phrase. I thought it might be fun to tell their lives together by something that keeps happening. This follows on the same line as 'It's Cold,' and some of the events are even similar with the ages.

Big thanks to Earendil Eldar for beta work.

Warning: The warning is placed here for vinsmouse, who wanted a spew warning here, claiming it might be a bad idea to drink while reading the funnier parts. So please keep in mind that drinking any kind of beverage while reading this, might be hazzard'ous to the health of your screen.

Disclaimer: The Duke Boys are not mine, I don't own the Duke boys, nor the General Lee. I promise that once I'm through with them, there will be nothing broken that a trip to Cooter's garage can't fix….

I'm Thirsty, Part One

"Aunt Martha, I'm thirsty." Luke went over to where his aunt stood in the kitchen. "Can I have something to drink please?"

"Of course you can Luke." Martha smiled at her oldest nephew. Luke stood there, and as hot as it was there was little wonder he was thirsty. "I think Bo will be wanting some nice cold water as well."

Luke looked over to the baby, just a little over a year old, it had been with them for a little more than six months now. It sat on the kitchen floor now, and whined. Martha had put a blanket on the floor for it to sit on, and he was waving his bear around while whining.

Martha handed Luke the water glass, and the bottle that would usually contain Bo's food, but now held water in it. "Can you let Bo drink some?" She asked.

Reluctantly Luke took the bottle as well as his glass over to the blanket where Bo was, he was still wearing what Martha said was a shirt, and what Luke thought looked like a dress. Especially since Bo had those soft wavy curls in his blond hair. There had been those who thought Bo was a girl, and if he was wearing a dress, they would never believe he was not.

He put the bottle down on the blanket as he drank of his water.

"Luke, you need to help him drink." Martha said softly.

Luke wrinkled his nose, he didn't want to help a drooling baby to drink. Then he sighed, he didn't really have a choice. He took the bottle tentavly and held it somewhere in front of Bo's face. Bo whined loudly and waved his arms around.

"Okay, okay." Luke sighed again, setting his glass down, he pulled Bo up in his lap. When the baby was leaning against him he held the bottle to his mouth like his aunt and uncle did.

Bo drank greedily, and tried to laugh at the same time. Water ran down his chin as well as bubbled out of his mouth when he laughed.

"Ew, Bo stop doing that?" Luke looked disgusted on the water, and worse, drool, on his hand. He wiped it off on Bo's shirt. "If ya want any more, ya can't do that. It's disgusting ya know."

Bo laughed again, and moved his hand to his mouth, and then he tried to touch Luke's face. Luke quickly shoved his hand away.

"Stop it Bo." He told him. "Aunt Martha, he's being disgusting and drooling everywhere."

Martha looked up and smiled at them. "Luke, he's a baby, ya did the same thing ya self when ya were a baby."

Luke looked at Bo who was slapping a wet hand against his own cheek, happily sucking on the bottle. "I never did do that." He objected.

"Yes you did Luke, as much as Bo there does. As much as all babies does."

"They are all that disgusting?" Luke asked baffled.

Martha laughed, Luke would change his mind about that when he got older.

"I'm thirsty."

Luke could just barely make out what the two year old was saying, because Bo had two fingers in his mouth. Normal babies sucked their thumb, but not Bo, no he was sucking on the two middle fingers of his hand.

"Take ya hand out of ya mouth or I can't hear what ya say." He told him.

Bo took his fingers out of his mouth, "I'm thirsty." He said again, and his fingers went straight back into his mouth.

"Bo, take ya hand out of ya mouth." Luke told him trying to sound sternly.

Bo did as he was told. "Why? I said I was thirsty, and so why do I have to?" He asked, and then he put his fingers right back.

"Because that is disgusting." Luke told him.

Bo shook his head, his blond locks flying. "Is not." He mumbled around his hand.

"Well, if ya want me to get ya water, ya had better do what I tell ya." Luke stated.

Bo pouted, but he took his fingers out of his mouth. "Water now?" He asked.

Luke nodded. "Come on, we can get some in the kitchen." Bo trudged along after him. Luke was big, he could reach the water when he stood on a chair, something he himself couldn't do. It would be great to be as big as Luke, and not have to go and ask them every time he was thirsty.

When he grew up he wanted to be just like Luke he thought as he drank the water Luke gave him.

"Thank ya." Bo hugged him when he stood on the floor again, and pressed the side of his head against Luke as he squeezed as hard as he could.

"Luke, I'm thirsty."

The three year old boy was panting heavily as he came over to his cousin. He was panting, and he was sweating, and Luke could tell he had been running.

"Well, I ain't gonna get ya anything to drink." He told him.

"Why's not?" Bo peered up at him with big eyes.

"Cause I ain't, that's why." Luke was not about to be swayed by big baby eyes. He didn't like it the way those eyes always got Bo cookies, so he was not about to fall for them.

"But I'm thirsty." Bo objected. "Please Luke."

"No." Luke shook his head.

"Why's not?" Bo pouted. "That's mean Luke, I can't reach on me own."

"An' I don't care. How many times must we tell ya not to chase the chickens, and if ya do, I ain't gonna feel sorry for ya being thirsty."

Bo frowned. "Can't I have just a little water?" He asked with a hopeful expression. "I only chased them a little, really little."

"Ya can't chase them a little, and I ain't getting ya any water." Luke told him.

"Not nice." Bo pouted as he walked away.

"Luke, I'm thirsty. Luke." Bo woke his cousin up by shaking his shoulder.

"What do ya want Bo?" Luke asked the four year old boy who was sitting on his bed, he did not want to be woken up by a cousin right now, no matter what age. He rubbed at his eyes sleepily.

"I'm thirsty." Bo whined.

"Go and get some water then, ya can reach now, can't ya?" Luke tried to pull the cover up, but Bo was sitting on it.

"I can't go there." Bo shook his head.

"Why not." It was no use pulling at the cover.

"Cause of the monster." Bo said in a whiny voice. Ever since the clock had struck when he was passing it in the middle of the night, he refused to walk past it alone when it was dark.

"There ain't no monster." Luke told him with a tired sigh.

"Is to, but it don't bother ya none, cause it's a time monster, and it only wants a little time, so it only takes the littlest ones." Bo informed him.

Luke thought he made up the silliest things about that clock, but their uncle seemed to think it was cute. On the other hand, he didn't have to get Bo water in the middle of the night, because Bo wouldn't go to his room either.

"I don't wanna get up Bo, I wanna sleep." He groaned.

"But I'm thirsty." Bo tugged at his arm. "Please, Luke, please."

"Okay." Luke sighed, there would be no going to sleep again before he had gotten Bo the water anyway, but if he woke him up again later because he had had to much water, then he was in trouble.

TBC

Thank you all for reading, I'll do my very best to reply to all signed reviews, Elenhin